So, I was having a discussion at a family 4th of July cookout about craft and home-brewing and beer in general. My observation was that a lot of people, amateurs and neo-professionals alike, tend to over do the flavor pallets. There seems to be a competition for the bitterest IPA, the most chocolate porter, etc.
It reminded me of my younger days with hot wings. Guys had to prove their machismo by suffering the hottest wings imaginable. Never mind the taste, burnt eyes, or trips to the bathroom a couple of hours later. They had to prove that they were more of a man than the next guy.
Sometimes I wonder if that same spirit lives in the CD world. The constant need to prove that your the best. It didn't happen if there aren't any pictures. I have more clothes than you. I was more daring and flew pretty. You shave, well I epilate. You epilate, well I got laser.
How about just a nice night out with friends, not a marathon clubbing night? Would that be so bad?